I love the early morning hours—so fresh and pristinely quiet—right as nighttime is becoming day. Sometimes I go out for a walk, or a bike-ride, to enjoy the gentle light; and birdsong emerging from the uppermost branches of trees. On the streets downtown, delivery trucks park here and there—at efficiently odd angles—providing stores with what they'll need, for the day's business. A …
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Sitting at a Dharma talk at Plum Village—in south-central France in the summer of 1996—I gazed for a few long seconds out of the large community tent, allowing Thich Nhat's Hanh's words to drift into the background of my attention. In the foreground now was a country road—maybe a football field's distance away—upon which passed a series of slow-driving cars. I thought: How sweetly poignant and …